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“What a good boy, but just in case, I will still engrave the Yin-Yang technique on your body. I think you should understand this.

Besides, the master you are going to serve is not me, so be good when the time comes. I don't want to be angered because of you. At that time, I will activate the Yin-Yang technique without hesitation, take your soul in my hands, and keep playing with it until your soul flies away."

The white wolf, who chose to surrender, widened his eyes at this moment.

The reason is very simple, that is, this guy who defeated him actually has a master. What kind of existence is he that can tame such a beast? Yes, at this time, Bai Lang no longer thinks that the Onmyoji in front of him is a human being.

With such power, the being that drives him to submission step by step, who else could it be but a demon?

Daoman took a small paper man in his hand and then buried it in the body of the white wolf. The curse engraved on the small paper man of course required the white wolf in front of him to protect its master. If it wanted to devour its master, its body would be burned to ashes by the flames, and its soul would be collected by the Yin-Yang master and wait for it, and this soul would face endless torture.

The white wolf monster returned to its original appearance and shrank in size. It really looked like a white Samoyed, except that this Samoyed looked more muscular.

"Good boy, let's go, let me see what other pets I can catch to give to my dear Master."

In the live broadcast room, the man and the wolf just disappeared at the end of the street.

Only a group of people were left in the live broadcast room constantly bragging that the battle did not take place only here. How to say it, Doman's running speed was indeed very fast, which caused some deviations in the positions of the swordsman girl who caught up with him and the Onmyoji. And because the Onmyoji's treasure freed most of the monsters, they began to gather here again.

The girl wearing the Shinsengumi haori met some monsters.

"Human! Girl! This is my favorite food!"

A skinny monster led a large number of little ghosts and appeared in front of the girl. The leader of the monsters could be identified by his race at a glance. He was really a starving ghost, and it seemed that he had eaten humans.

The girl looked at the monster in front of her and drew her sword from her waist. Although she had never fought against monsters in her lifetime, she was very glad that she had different bonds and experiences after becoming a heroic spirit. She had killed monsters and ghosts like this one with her sword!

In other words, she, who has always been called the child of demons, can fight with demons until she stops, which is simply the greatest compliment to her.

A few little ghosts couldn't bear it anymore, they rushed directly towards the girl, saying they wanted to eat meat, with wooden sticks or kitchen knives in their hands. It seemed that after the previous Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, these guys also got a lot of new weapons, but they were still not enough!

The girl was like a flying swallow, her body constantly jumping, passing through the sides of one little ghost after another. Then the blade flashed with a cold light, and one after another blood-stained crescent moons appeared on the necks of these little ghosts. Blood spread all around, and one head after another fell to the ground.

"How is it possible? You look so thin and weak. I can smell the smell of illness on you. You should be the food for us in turn!!"

The girl did not answer the question of the guy in front of her right away. She continued to move forward, the blade in her hand continuously slashing the throats of the little ghosts one after another. Anyone who stood in front of the blade was executed! !

The hungry ghost's sharp claws scratched the ground, leaving deep marks on the ground, and then he rushed out directly to fight the sickly girl!

The skinny body had unimaginable explosive power, as if the skinny body did not make it weak, but instead reduced the burden on it. The ghost opened its mouth and raised its claws, looking at the girl who cut a little ghost in half, and the claws were about to fall, "Go to hell!"

However, the girl's movements were more agile than the evil ghost had imagined. She quickly stood still and raised the blade in her hand, colliding with the ghost's claws. Then the claws and the blade made a friction sound. At this moment, the ghost saw the girl's eyes. They were so cold and calm, yet as sharp as a blade out of its sheath.

"Whether it's a human, a ghost, or any other monster, my sword is a sword of killing. Don't underestimate a swordsman called the executioner! What I carry is completely different from what you see!"

This girl is not a child who grew up in a jar of honey, but a swordsman who has made a name for herself in killing. Now she is like a sword, pointing her edge at all existences that may threaten humanity.

The wrist turned, the blade slashed, and another splash of blood splashed on the ground.

Chapter 136: The Purpose of Using the Sword

In the trial space, Xia Yan followed the stairs to the first platform, where stood a young man in competition uniform. After seeing Xia Yan, he mumbled a lot of words, then drew the sword from his waist, ready for battle.

Anyway, Xia Yan didn't understand what his opponent said at all. Sorry, although he watched a lot of anime on his mobile phone, watching anime and learning Japanese are two different concepts, and he didn't want to use translation magic now.

Originally, this magic was woven into the Chaldean uniform, but now I am not wearing it.

However, looking at the impatient expression of this guy in front of him, his slightly crazy eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth with a bit of contempt.

This guy is simply in a hurry to move forward, and then he thinks that he is easy to deal with and should be easy to defeat, so he is a little impatient now, how to say it? Xia Yan actually appreciates this kind of confidence, but when he is confident, it is a bit stupid to show his impatience and contempt.

Xia Yan also slowly pulled out the sword he had just seized from the gatekeeper. This sword was certainly quite good, but it was still no match for the swords prepared by the families of these wealthy contestants.

After all, the original competition required participants to bring out a special weapon that could kill abnormal life, so how could the participants not spend a lot of money? When the strength was similar, the quality of a knife could change the outcome of the entire competition.

After seeing the knife in Xia Yan's hand, this contestant curled his lips, and the contempt in the depths of his eyes became more and more obvious. Then he rushed up without giving Xia Yan any time to prepare, holding the knife with both hands and with a standard posture. It was obvious that he was a good candidate who had studied kendo for a long time.

But! It's just too standard!

The Japanese samurai sword is different from the Chinese Miao Dao and Tang Dao. Although the samurai sword is very easy to swing and the sharp blade can easily cut through human flesh and even bones, this extreme sharpness is enhanced at the expense of the blade's toughness. The degree of sharpening of the samurai sword is far greater than that of the Chinese Miao Dao and Tang Dao.

This also makes the samurai sword easy to break, so when watching many anime and movies, from time to time a samurai's sword will break directly in the battle, which is a very normal thing.

As mentioned before, Xia Yan does not intend to regard himself as a samurai. With his personality, he learns all kinds of knowledge and abilities with the ultimate goal of achieving his own goals.

In Chaldea, he was able to protect himself and kill those not-too-powerful monsters at the same time. No matter what, he couldn't hold back the heroic spirits, right?

Therefore, the sword in Xia Yan's hand was swung more to achieve his own goals. Maybe there was a method, but it was mostly casual. Facing the samurai in front of him, Xia Yan had no intention of engaging in a head-on confrontation. His goal was to keep moving forward and finally get the demon sword Murasame!

A lot of knowledge about sword appreciation emerged in his mind. Xia Yan kept looking at the sword in the hands of the contestant in front of him. This was indeed a handmade weapon, and it looked like a masterpiece. There were no obvious major problems, but all the common problems of samurai swords still existed. Various weapons have their own traditions and characteristics.

Even though this sword was also made by a master, it is ultimately made of ordinary iron. It does not have the power to turn decay into magic or the power to give ordinary weapons more powerful attributes. It is still a problem if you want to break it!

After dodging the attack by turning sideways, Xia Yan raised his foot and kicked the contestant directly on the waist. When the contestant appeared, he swung the sword in his hand, letting its blade touch the ground. Then he swung the blade in his hand towards the samurai sword.

Finding the right angle and position, the sound of steel breaking was heard, and this masterpiece was directly broken under Xia Yan's knife.

Seeing his weapon being chopped into two pieces by someone else, the young contestant fell to his knees, as if his faith had collapsed. It is said that under the exaggeration of modern movies and many works of art, too many young people have linked the knives in their hands with their own beliefs. If this happened in ancient times, how many times would their beliefs have collapsed in their lives?

Speaking of those who become swordsmen, what they pursue are the beliefs in their hearts, and the beliefs in their hearts do not disappear just because the swords in their hands are broken.

He shook his head slightly, ignored the young man kneeling on the ground, and walked towards a higher place. If nothing unexpected happened, he should meet a few more swordsmen next.

On the outskirts of the competition venue, a large number of Japanese official personnel have arrived here, preparing to attempt to rescue the victims inside. Just when everything was set up, their superiors sent them an alarm, and everyone turned on the instruments they carried with them.

The Hundred Demons Night Parade was originally spreading according to a certain pattern, but suddenly a part of it began to approach their location. Now is not the time to rescue immediately!

After all, the lives of all the rescue workers are lives. What's more important is that it costs a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources to train one of these workers with rescue capabilities.

The leader of the rescue team raised his hand and called on everyone to take refuge in the nearest underground shelter. "Take the valuable equipment and the equipment that is easy to retrieve with you, and enter the underground shelter first. The direction of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons will soon cover the area where we are! The rescue operation will continue after the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is over!"

Perhaps the members of the rescue team had no idea that after the arrival of these Hundred Demons Night Parade, they would hover over this place, forcing all the rescue workers to stay underground, temporarily unable to carry out rescue operations until the entire trial space collapsed.

Of course, this all happened a short while later.

Old man Muramasa, who was standing on the roof, looked at the rescue workers who were quickly retreating with instruments. He stood up and looked at the dark clouds that were rapidly approaching here. He felt the faint smell of decay and evil in the air, frowned slightly, and then gently put on his coat.

As dark clouds drew closer and evil spirits filled the air, and as cold winds continued to blow, the coat that Old Man Muramasa was wearing fluttered backwards, shaking and making noises.

A gleam of light flashed in the old man's amber eyes, and a forging hammer appeared in his hand. "It seems that before I can identify the demon sword, I need to exercise properly."

Chapter 137: Take a Hammer from Me

The female monster wrapped in ice and snow, along with a large number of other monsters, was driving the thick black fog and getting closer and closer to this place. This place belonged to the commercial district, but now the commercial district had become deserted. Various commercial items were scattered on the ground in a disorderly manner, and even many people's bags and shoes had fallen to the ground and no one picked them up.

Most people rushed back to their homes or entered the underground shelter closest to them when the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons just began. The empty streets made people feel like the end of the world had come.

The female monster wrapped in ice and snow looked at the environment and covered her mouth with her hands. This was much more real than the previous residential area. At least all traces of panic were left on the surface.

But now she was not here to appreciate the series of funny behaviors that humans performed when facing a crisis.

The Snow Girl opened her arms, and the monsters around her quickly stood up straight. After all, this Snow Girl was the undisputed captain of their team. Although she was not as powerful as the big monsters in the legends, the power she possessed was definitely not something they could resist.

You know, the last monster who wanted to compete for the captain position is still sealed in ice. Can we say that she is worthy of being called a snow girl?

"Go ahead, surround this place, don't let anyone go! Report to me immediately after you find the demon sword, understand?"

The monsters around nodded quickly and prepared to spread out to surround the area. Just as their leader said, they would not let anyone go. In a way, they were actually quite happy because this meant that once they found humans, they could distribute them privately, or simply eat them!

The Snow Girl is very smart. She understands that only by giving these guys real benefits will they be more motivated when working. She will also appear to be more considerate to her subordinates than others, thus making these brainless guys more loyal to her.

Just as the Snow Girl thought, these little monsters were like crazy, constantly looking for traces of humans around. They would not let humans enter from the outside, nor would they let anyone have the chance to escape from here.

"Human! Where are the humans?! I haven't eaten for a long time, ah - humans!"

A monster was constantly rummaging for something, and at the same time, it kept howling from its mouth. The howling was extremely crazy and sounded headache-inducing. In response to the monster, a hammer was swung down quickly. The hammer carried flames and hit the monster's head hard. The crisp sound told the owner of the hammer that this was a good head.

But even if it was a good head, that was all it could do. The powerful force caused blood to spurt out.

"You guys are really noisy. Can't you be quieter? You know, I'm not young anymore, and I don't want to hear any disturbing noise."

Muramasa took back the hammer in his hand, with a helpless look on his face. After seeing this person, the surrounding monsters made even more shrill cries, "Human! Human! Human! Gaga gaga gaga!! Human!"

Hearing these noisy noises, old man Muramasa frowned, and then a half-finished sword quickly appeared in his hand. He gently threw the sword upwards, and swung the hammer in his hand casually, hitting the hilt of the half-finished sword. Then the sword flew out like a missile, firmly inserted in the middle of these monsters, and then - exploded!

The sharp pieces of sword fragments were like bullets flying out of the darkness, directly sliding across the necks of these monsters or piercing through their bodies. After flying a certain distance, the sword fragments once again broke into an even smaller state.

When the flames and sword fragments faded, all that was left of the screaming monsters were minced meat on the ground.

"Well... a half-baked monster and a half-baked sword, in a way, you two are a good match."

Another monster quickly jumped out of the darkness. Old Man Muramasa simply raised the forging hammer in his hand and slammed it down again, "Another hammer!"

The monster was knocked directly into the ground by the forging hammer, with its head buried in the reinforced concrete floor. The floor tiles were completely broken and could not be opened. The monster's legs twitched twice and then completely calmed down. The twitching was just the memory reaction of the flesh and muscles after death.

It was also at this time that spears made of ice were fired towards the direction where Old Man Muramasa was. One ice-blue spear after another was nailed to the ground. The continuously emitted cold air formed waves of ice flowers on the floor. The icy spears seemed to have a visual sense of spreading outwards.

After Mr. Muramasa dodged, one of the ice spears condensed again and shot towards the old man's face, while the old man raised the forging hammer in his hand and smashed the refrigerator into pieces of broken ice.

The old man raised his head and looked straight ahead. There was a woman wearing a white kimono, with ice-blue hair and only the whites of her eyes. It was the Snow Woman.

At this moment, the only expression on the Snow Girl's face was caution, and the slightly wrinkled brows destroyed the beauty of her entire calm face. The beauty looked at the old man in front of her and opened her mouth, blowing out a breath of cold icy air. If it were normal days, she would definitely choose to capture this muscular young man and suck out their yang energy.

But now the Snow Girl can still tell when to be serious and when to care about herself. Obviously, the guy in front of her is trying to stop them from getting the magic sword. There is nothing to say about it. This is a question that touches the bottom line.

The cold air blown out by the Snow Girl condensed in the air, and the spears and swords made of ice and snow went towards the village and surrounded the old man. In the old man's hands, forging pliers and a forging hammer appeared. These two things could be held longer than the blade in his hand. The flames swept through the two objects and swung past quickly, leaving only ice fragments scattered on the ground.

Grandpa Muramasa looked at the monster in front of him and shook his head gently, "If this is all you have, then that's it!"

The Snow Girl gritted her teeth lightly. Her pupil-less eyes still showed her anger. The ice storm around her became even more violent. "How shameless!"

Chapter 138: If Their Swords Were Broken

The Snow Girl raised her hand, and the ice crystals on the ground floated up one by one. "I originally wanted to leave you with an intact body, but now I have changed my mind! You will be completely turned into minced meat, just like those little monsters you killed!!"

These broken ice blocks surrounded old man Muramasa in the middle, and then began to rotate rapidly in different directions as the Snow Girl opened her arms. Anything trapped in it would be pierced through the flesh and ground by the constantly rotating ice blocks, and the circular ice prison would continue to tighten.

Finally, let the existence in this ice prison, even the hardest bones turn into powder. At that time, use a white porcelain bowl to gently serve a cup of this delicious smoothie, enjoying the taste of this man's blood, sweat and flesh.

Ha! Only in this way can I calm down the unhappiness and anger in my heart!

However, a heat wave suddenly surged out from the rotating ice prison, white hot air spread around, and a red light flashed in the center of the ice.

The ice crystals that were originally spinning rapidly completely spread out in all directions. In the middle of the ice prison, old man Muramasa was holding a half-finished sword in his hand.

There was still some fiery aura on the sword, but after gradually cooling down, cracks appeared on the blade.

The old man looked at the cracked sword in his hand and threw it aside. "Not bad, you actually let me temper the sword again on the spot. Your little girl is not bad. Show us all your skills. After all, I won't let you stay here any longer. Either leave or die under my sword!"

The Snow Girl raised her hand towards the other monsters, and then swung it forward, "Come on! Hold him back! Give me some time, wait for me to prepare my trump card!"

The Snow Girl jumped back a few steps and landed in an empty place. Then a large amount of icy air spread outward, and the entire ground showed signs of frost. Many tiles cracked directly due to freezing. The crackling sound made the entire preparation stage seem extremely grand, and also made the other monsters even more excited.

These monsters rushed towards old man Muramasa, and the old man put away his forging hammer. Swords appeared in his hands one after another. After swinging them out to take the lives of the monsters, these disposable swords shattered again. They were just some disposable failures, so the old man didn't think it was a pity.

In the trial space, Xia Yan raised the blade in his hand, causing the sword in the hand of the middle-aged swordsman opposite him to bounce up along with the weapon in his own hand. At the same moment the blade was raised, he loosened the handle of his own sword, then took a quick step forward, clenched his fist with one hand, and pushed his elbow forward quickly.

This was a technique he had learned from studying with Martha. The top of his elbow hit the middle-aged man's chest directly, making the man almost gasp for air. Then he pushed his palm upwards directly on the man's chin, and the powerful force was transmitted directly to the top of his head through the chin.

The sudden burst of power caused the middle-aged man to lose his self-awareness and fall to the ground.

Xia Yan reached out and took the fairly good sword from the middle-aged man's hand. After swinging it twice, he walked towards the last platform. When he stepped onto the stairs, there were a total of four people on the platform including himself, two old men and a middle-aged man. He was the youngest among all of them and seemed to have the youngest seniority.

The techniques that the young contestants had originally learned were all learned from these old and middle-aged people. When they competed against their teachers, they would always be caught by others and lose.

It's the sentence that I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one mistake.

While Xia Yan was looking at the other three people, the other three were also looking at the last person who came to the platform. The three people with swords and eyes had torn clothes on their bodies. The middle-aged man had a not-so-serious scratch on his arm. Only Xia Yan seemed to have intact clothes.

Of course, this is also related to Xia Yan’s purpose and fighting style.

After seeing Xia Yan, one of the old men uttered a series of words in Japanese. Judging from his expression and tone, he seemed to be very surprised and there was no lack of praise. Xia Yan said nothing. Could it be that if he told these guys that he was Chinese, he would be targeted in the next selection?

The communication between himself and the heroic spirits was all done by translation magic. Of course, Xia Yan also knew some foreign languages ​​at an entry level, but he could never communicate as fluently as in his mother tongue.

After thinking about this, it seems that I should summon a powerful magician to awaken my memory about magic. Translation magic and suggestion magic are really super practical little magic tricks!

A young man holding a blood-red sword appeared on the highest platform. He did not speak, but all the languages ​​were translated into words that the people present could understand and entered their minds.

Obviously, the final test is to let the four people present fight, and only the last one left can become his holder. The young man did not explain any rules at all, which means that the spirit of the demon sword does not care whether the final winner survives or uses other means to make the other three surrender.

Xia Yan tapped his bracelet lightly twice, and the middle-aged man standing next to Xia Yan quickly understood the rules of the demon sword spirit, so he took the lead in swinging the blade and looked towards Xia Yan. Of course, his purpose was not to kill him, but to make Xia Yan surrender voluntarily.

But just as the blade was about to approach Xia Yan, Xia Yan's hair turned silver-white, and with a flash of silver light, he disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had come behind the middle-aged man. The sword in his hand was unsheathed and cut through the middle-aged man's clothes, leaving a huge gap on his back.